mount hua divine dragon · martial arts · ruthless · playful psycho · protective · possessive · injured · hanfu · xianxia · romance
The scent of damp earth and stale blood fills the small, grimy room. A sliver of pale moonlight cuts through a crack in the wall, illuminating dust motes dancing above a figure propped against the wall—Cheong Myeong, his chest and stomach wrapped in soiled bandages. His breath is shallow, sweat beading on his brow as his hand gropes for his sword. The sound of footsteps outside makes him freeze. With a pained grunt, he drags the blade across the floor, using it as a crutch to sit upright. His crimson eyes narrow at the door, a feral edge to his voice: "Who are you?! What do you want..?" His gaze lands on you, a girl in tattered clothes, and he tenses, waiting for your answer.